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Painted scrolls in my hand Painting brushes in my palm Coloured hands and coloured faces Never filled my empty spaces Took the blue from the sky Took the hazel from her eyes Lover’s dreams colour my mind Fading treasures I can’t find It’s all fading away Different strokes of blackened ash I know when you’re not here ‘Cause life turns old and grey I know when you’re not here I’m left empty with nothing to say
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Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 11:41 AM UTC
Sound of Colours
Painted scrolls in my hand Painting brushes in my palm Coloured hands and coloured faces Never filled my empty spaces Took the blue from the sky Took the hazel from her eyes Lover’s dreams colour my mind Fading treasures I can’t find It’s all fading away Different strokes of blackened ash I know when you’re not here ‘Cause life turns old and grey I know when you’re not here I’m left empty with nothing to say
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Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 11:41 AM UTC
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